Quotes About Romance

You are my idea of perfection, Beatrix Heloise.

The end of May…" he mused, not the slightest bit out of breath despite their pace. "That's just a bit shy of two months. How are you going to find a suitor in that length of time?" "I'll stand on a street corner wearing a placard if I have to.

You are everything that's ever been my favorite thing," she wanted to tell him. "You are my love song, my birthday cake, the sound of ocean waves and French words and a baby's laugh. You're a snow angel, crème brulée, a kaleidoscope filled with glitter. I love you and you'll never catch up, because I've gotten a head start and my heart is racing at light speed." Someday

Devon kept his mouth on her, easing the pleasure into relaxation. She summoned just enough strength to reach out and caress his hair. That might have been worth going to hell for, she thought, and didn't realize she had mumbled it aloud until she felt him smile. A

Tom stopped in his tracks as he saw Cassandra approaching from the opposite end of the hallway. She was unspeakably pretty in a pink velvet dress with pulled-back skirts that followed the shape of her waist and hips. The front hem kicked up in a froth of of white silk ruffles with every footstep. His mouth went dry with excitement. His heart writhed and struggled like some live thing he'd just trapped inside a dresser drawer.

Holly, sweet darling, you can't possibly think I'm going to let you go." He gathered her against him, besieging her with kisses.

The village of Gretna Green lay in the county of Dumfriesshire, just north of the border between England and Scotland. In defiance of the strict marriage laws of England, hundreds of couples had traveled the coaching road from London, through Carlisle, to Gretna Green. They came on foot, by carriage or horseback, seeking an asylum, where they could say their marriage vows and return to England as man and wife.

It was Evie, Lady St. Vincent, her red hair arranged in in a loose chignon. "I've been looking for you," she said. "We haven't seen you for days,"Lillian said. "Where have you been?" Evie's color deepened. "With St. Vincent." "What have you been... Oh, good God. Never mind.

You fascinate me in every way," Harry whispered, his hand playing gently in her hair. "There are mysteries in your soul that will take a lifetime to uncover . . . and I want to know every one of them.

Simon had never forgotten the first moment that he had seen her standing outside the panorama, digging through her purse with a little pucker on her forehead. The sun had picked out streaks of gold and champagne in her light brown hair and made her skin glow. There had been something so delicious... so touchable... about her, the velvety skin and shining blue eyes, and the slight frown that he had longed to soothe away.

How delicious you are," he whispered. "It was like making love to an angel." "Sans halo," she murmured, and was rewarded by his low chuckle.

before. The first thing that Sebastian did

Thank you," Catherine said, the smile still hovering on her lips. "That is very kind of you, my lord. But I will never dance with you." Which, of course, made it the goal of Leo's life.

She tilted her head back in ecstasy as she felt him cover her neck with kisses and gentle bites. "You're mine," he whispered, riding her faster, his rhythm turning impatient. "You belong to me… Holly… forever." "Yes," she moaned as he drove the sensation to another peak. "Tell me." "I love you, Zachary… oh… I need you so much… only you…

Daca-mi dau voie sa te sarut o data, ar urma inca o data, apoi inca una, si curand n-am mai putea sa ne oprim.

Feeling called upon to say something, Daisy muttered, "Goodbye, Mr. Rohan. We shall probably never meet again." She could only hope so- because it was a certainty that she would never be able to face him. He leaned over her shoulder, until his mouth was at her tingling ear. "Perhaps I'll appear at your window one midnight," he whispered, "to tempt you for a ride across earth and ocean.

He kissed her as if he could breathe her in. Fierce kisses, hard ones, teasingly articulate ones, soft enticing ones, kisses to light bonfires and fill the sky and hold the stars aloft.

Everyone had said from the beginning that the earl of Westcliff and a brash American heiress were the most improbable pairing imaginable. But before long Lillian had discovered that beneath Marcus's outward reserve, there was a man of passion, tenderness, and humor. And for his part, Marcus had seemed to enjoy her irreverence and high-spirited nature.

I don't want to be played." "Oh, I don't know." A smile touched his lips. "With a guy like that . . . it could be fun.

I cleared my throat and tried to sound casual, like this was no big deal. "I don't even get cheesy seduction music?" Jack shook his head. "I usually do this a cappella." "You mean unaccompanied?" "No, I haven't done this unaccompanied since I was fourteen." -Ella & Jack

We're hideously rich, Annabelle—and I've got three older brothers, all unmarried. Would you possibly consider one of them? If you like, I'll have one shipped across the Atlantic for your inspection.

The feel of her, soft and small and alive, caused him to groan with tortured relief. His hands raked over her, his mouth dragging hungrily over her hair, skin, clothes, as if he would devour her whole. "Grant," she gasped, flinching from the force of his kisses. He gave an animal growl of pleasure and need, crushing his lips hard over hers.

There was a new, wondering note in his voice as he said, "Kiss me again." "No, I'll hurt you. I'm leaning on your leg." "That's not my leg," came his roguish reply, making her laugh. "You perverse man.

She was even more exquisite than he had remembered, her eyes a dark, lucid blue. There were many beautiful women in London, but not one of them possessed her combination of intelligence and subtly off-kilter charm. He wanted to sweep her away somewhere, that very minute, and have her all to himself.